Rocot: Reborn

"General, the enemy's reinforcements are about to arrive, and we must make a decision immediately!" A general covered in blood struggled to come to Locot's side, his voice almost swallowed by the strong wind.

Rocot did not answer immediately. His eyes fell on the scepter in his hand. This scepter, which symbolized supreme power, was as heavy as a thousand pounds. His heart, like the violent storm, was also shaking violently.

"Should we continue moving forward?" The general's voice became more urgent, his eyes full of anxiety and expectation.

Rocot took a deep breath and looked up at the dark sky, as if there was a mysterious power that held all his answers. A flash of enlightenment flashed through his mind - yes, he was no longer the tyrant who fought only to conquer. But this time, he needed to decide how to end this war without a winner.

"Retreat." Rocot's voice was low and firm. "Notify all warships to prepare for retreat."

The general was stunned for a moment, then looked relieved, "Yes, Your Majesty!" He turned around and gave orders loudly, and Rocot's gaze was once again cast towards the vast ocean.

At this moment, a blinding flash of lightning broke through the darkness, illuminating a dark shadow floating on the water ahead. Rocot squinted his eyes and saw that it was an old, dilapidated boat with someone on board.

"Wait!" Rocot suddenly shouted loudly, ordering the warship to slow down. As the warship slowly approached, he could see clearly that an old man in a simple cloak was paddling with all his strength on the boat.

"Your Majesty, that is..." The general also saw the small boat and his expression suddenly became complicated.

Rocot waved his hand to signal them to be silent. When the warship was parallel to the boat, he went down to the side of the boat and said to the old man, "Come on board, old man. You should not stay on the sea for long."

The old man raised his head, the wrinkles on his face were particularly obvious under the illumination of lightning, and his eyes were filled with indescribable depth and wisdom. "Thank you, Your Majesty." His voice was weak, but it revealed a calmness.

After helping the old man board the warship, Rocot felt that this unexpected encounter was too strange, so he decided to personally ask the uninvited guest about his purpose.

"Where are you from? Why are you out to sea alone on a night like this?" Rocot's question was direct and his eyes were sharp.

The old man smiled and took something out of his cloak and handed it to Rocot. It was an old amulet with complex runes engraved on it. His voice suddenly became low, with a hint of mystery: "I come from the future, Your Majesty, and bring a prophecy about the fate of you and the entire empire."

Rocot tightly grasped the amulet, his heart was like an undercurrent in the sea, with curiosity due to the unknown prophecy and vigilance against the sudden appearance of the old man. The old man's eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, making Rocot involuntarily want to listen to his details.

"Prophecy?" Rocot frowned slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a subtle sarcasm. "Today's world has long transcended the so-called "fate" of you liars, but since you are here, let me see what new drama you can bring."

Lightning once again cut through the darkness, illuminating the old man's calm but determined face. "Your Majesty, this is no joke. What I know concerns you and the survival of the entire empire." The old man's voice was low, but it contained unquestionable power.

Rocot sensed a strange aura. The old man in front of him was obviously not an ordinary person. He narrowed his eyes, and a plan came to his mind. "In that case, tell me what kind of magical prophecy could make you take the risk and go to the sea alone."

"Predictions of the future have their own power, but making them known will only bring disaster." The old man said as he lifted another layer of cloth under his cloak, revealing a glimmering jade pendant. "This matter is something that only you can know."

Rocot's hand trembled slightly as he held the amulet tightly. He knew that this matter was far from as simple as it seemed. The old man's eyes revealed a depth that spanned thousands of years, as if he could see through all the secrets in an instant.

"You said you came from the future. So, can you prove it?" Rocot's voice was cold and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The old man slowly pulled out a glowing slate from his sleeve. The surface was covered with an unknown metal. The light danced in the dim cabin, as if it had life. "This is a product of our time. Only in your kingdom can we find a substance that can stimulate its true power."

Rocot frowned, seeming to be skeptical of the old man's words, but his curiosity drove him to continue asking. "So, what is this prophecy? How will it affect my empire?"

The old man took a deep breath and his eyes became serious. "The prophecy says that a disaster will befall not only your empire, but also a threat to the balance of the entire world. You are the key, Your Majesty. Only you can stop this."

"Ha!" Rocot laughed contemptuously. "I've heard enough of these doomsday prophecies. There are similar ones in every era. Tell me, why should I believe you?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then handed the slate to Roccod. "Please look at the runes on it. They are not the language of this era, and they do not even belong to any known civilization."

Roccod took the slate and touched the cold runes with his fingertips, feeling a strange fluctuation. His expression changed from contempt to seriousness, and the fluctuation in his heart began to intensify. At this moment, he began to realize the seriousness of the matter.

"This kind of power..." Roccod's voice was low, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, "They are indeed extraordinary."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The old man nodded, "If these runes are activated, they will lead us to find a way to prevent the disaster. But this requires your decision, whether you are willing to find the lost source of power."

Rocot stood up and walked to the side of the ship, looking at the rough sea in the dark, his heart was full of contradictions and struggles. Finally, he turned around, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

"All right, old man." Rocot's voice was firm. "I will find the source of this power. But remember, if you are deceiving me, even if you are from the future, I have countless ways to make you never at peace."

As the words fell, Rocot's figure became taller in the lightning, and his determination was as unstoppable as the coming storm.